Kick twice

You kick your leg out a couple of times and hear him moan in disappointment. “I suppose I could leave you there; after all, no one would know you said you wanted out.” You shudder at his words. “But,” he adds loudly.

You feel him retch, and his stomach squeezes around you as he pushes you out of his stomach. The light comes back as you are squeezed up his throat and out of his mouth to fall ungainly onto the ground.

He smiled at you, “You did think about it, didn’t you?”

You struggled to your feet and nodded to him. “Yes, Mr Deverou,” you tell him.

“You like the idea of being eaten? Of being digested?” You whimper in arousal; only your concentration keeps your legs from failing you. “Well, make sure you study, and if you need a hand, please see me in my office, or come by my home in the evening. My wife loves riding me while my stomach is full.”

You can’t help but moan before he adds. “You should go see the school nurse after getting cleaned up. She has a lotion to help with digestive burns.”

“Mr Deverou?” you ask, “Thank you for swallowing me. It was a very enjoyable experience.”

He nodded, “I’ve never digested someone before, but I was very tempted to digest you, be aware of that.”

You pant quietly to yourself. “Mr Deverou, our class tomorrow is after lunch,” you say, with a voice thick with hoarse arousal. “Can I come by during the lunch period?”

He smiled at you then, “I just told you that I may not be able to resist digesting you.” You nod your head at him. “Fine, on one condition. If you come by during lunch tomorrow, you are mine to do with what I want.”

“Yes, Sir,” you say as you gather your things and prepare to leave the classroom.

“Oh, and I won’t be having breakfast tomorrow, and I won’t be bringing lunch.” You falter in your step, your legs weakening with arousal and excitement.

You turned back to face him, “I understand, Mr Deverou; if I chicken out, I will bring something for lunch for you.”

“I like peanut butter,” he said to your back as you left his classroom.